Gemotions

The news was a gut punch to Veronica. Someone, a faceless corporation, had beaten her to the punch. The feeling of betrayal was immediate and powerful. She paced her small apartment, a nervous habit that left her feeling dizzy. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of frustration and fury.

She needed to release the pent-up energy that threatened to consume her. She grabbed a kitchen knife and walked to a chopping board. She slammed a carrot on the board and chopped with vicious intent. She sliced quickly, fiercely, the knife a weapon.

The act didn't relieve her as she had hoped. She dropped the knife on the counter and began to cry, the tears streaming down her face and onto the chopping board. The taste of salt was overwhelming. The world had gone sour.